As you know the names used on this blog have been changed to protect the unlucky. Even the dogs have psuedonyms. This story takes place when I was beginning the blog, and trying to come up with names for everyone.
The big, white dog, Max, gets these bones to chew on. They're small, kind of round, and white. Sometimes they have red bits in and around them. He generally chews them outside. We prefer that he keeps his bones outside, rather than inside. But sometimes he manages to get a bone inside.
Now, when Max is chewing on something he can be unfriendly if disturbed. He's normally pretty harmless, but not when he's got something in his mouth. It could be a bone, his food or something else. For some reason he has a penchant for candy wrappers. And he's even taken used kleenex away and chewed on that for a while. (eeeewwwww!!!!)
Now, if he's chewing garbage we like to take it from him. Who knows, he may choke on a plastic bag or something. It's just not a good idea to eat garbage. But, as I've mentioned, taking it from him is not an easy task. He's very protective of it. But, it is possible to disturb him and make him forget about it for a minute. To do this someone needs to call him. He'll drop what he's doing, and answer the call, esp. if he thinks there may be more tasty food in it for him.
About a month ago one evening he was sitting inside, by the back door chewing on a small, round white thing. A couple of us were in the living room watching TV. The lights were low. He must have brought one of his bones in. Pastor Jack called him away. He dropped in and answered Jack's call. I went to pick up the bone. But this time it looked a little different. It looked like a bone: small, round, white with bits of red around it. It was dark, so I bent down to get a closer look. I took hold of a small corner and lifted it up. It was light. Too light for a bone.
A wave of panic came over me.
I walked into the kitchen, where the lights were on, asking "Is this what I think it is?" As I came into the light I was horrified to see that it was what I thought it was! It was a used feminine hygiene product!!
GROSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How can anyone put that in their mouth!!! Even a dog!!! Ewwwww!!!!!!
I ran towards a garbage can, whilst shrieking. I threw it out and washed my hands in warm, soapy water. Several times.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Monday, June 19, 2006
The Strangest 48 Hours - Ever - Sort of
This past weekend started out as the strangest weekend I have ever experienced at the McQueen household.
When I got home on Friday after work I was informed a repairman had been to our house and fixed the washing machine and the oven! Hallelujah! Schaweet Canday!
On Saturday I was informed that the pool filter might not be as broke as we thought. See, the filtering agent is sand. Some of that sand appeard in the pool. If it's simply because the sand shifted, then perhaps we can shift it back, and the pool will be fixed.
However, the weekend did end on quite a normal note. Milk seemed to be going bad at an accelerated rate. Upon opening the fridge door I noticed I wasn't being hit with a small blast of cool air. Instead I was met with the pungent smell of something gone bad.
It was confirmed on Sunday night that the fridge was on the fritz. It's a good thing we still have the old fridge in the garage, and the other fridge in the basement. But still, those things are heavy and a pain in the neck to move. Oddly enough, the freezer part of the fridge is in good working order.
When I got home on Friday after work I was informed a repairman had been to our house and fixed the washing machine and the oven! Hallelujah! Schaweet Canday!
On Saturday I was informed that the pool filter might not be as broke as we thought. See, the filtering agent is sand. Some of that sand appeard in the pool. If it's simply because the sand shifted, then perhaps we can shift it back, and the pool will be fixed.
However, the weekend did end on quite a normal note. Milk seemed to be going bad at an accelerated rate. Upon opening the fridge door I noticed I wasn't being hit with a small blast of cool air. Instead I was met with the pungent smell of something gone bad.
It was confirmed on Sunday night that the fridge was on the fritz. It's a good thing we still have the old fridge in the garage, and the other fridge in the basement. But still, those things are heavy and a pain in the neck to move. Oddly enough, the freezer part of the fridge is in good working order.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Washing My Time Away (Part II)
Last week, a day or two after I had done my laundry, I came home from work to be told the washing machine had broke. It was leaking onto the floor.
Actually, this could work out. On Saturday morning I could go to the local laundromat and study while I do a laundry. But it's still a pain nevertheless.
During the week I finally caught up with Craig on MSN. The conversation kinda went like this:
Me: Hey, how's it going?
Craig: Good. How are things down there?
Me: The oven and the washing machine are broken. We've been using the stove for our cooking needs. I guess I'll be going to the Embrun laundomat this weekend for laundry.
Craig: Boil it on the stove? Strain it through the pool filter?
Me: Oh yeah. The pool filter is broken.
Craig: :-O It was a nice pool too.
Actually, this could work out. On Saturday morning I could go to the local laundromat and study while I do a laundry. But it's still a pain nevertheless.
During the week I finally caught up with Craig on MSN. The conversation kinda went like this:
Me: Hey, how's it going?
Craig: Good. How are things down there?
Me: The oven and the washing machine are broken. We've been using the stove for our cooking needs. I guess I'll be going to the Embrun laundomat this weekend for laundry.
Craig: Boil it on the stove? Strain it through the pool filter?
Me: Oh yeah. The pool filter is broken.
Craig: :-O It was a nice pool too.
Things Heat Up....Okay, Not Really
Soon after I moved in with the McQueens the element in the oven burnt out. Actually, a small piece of it fell off.
Great. So, now we're without an oven.
How the deuce are we supposed to cook? So, since I moved in we've been eating food that can be prepared on the stove-top; pasta, soups, burgers, etc. Fortunately, now that the summer months are upon us, we brought out the BBQ. Although, we haven't actually used it much.
We do have another oven in the basement. After moving the fridge around, I'm not sure I'm too keen on swapping ovens.
Great. So, now we're without an oven.
How the deuce are we supposed to cook? So, since I moved in we've been eating food that can be prepared on the stove-top; pasta, soups, burgers, etc. Fortunately, now that the summer months are upon us, we brought out the BBQ. Although, we haven't actually used it much.
We do have another oven in the basement. After moving the fridge around, I'm not sure I'm too keen on swapping ovens.
Friday, June 16, 2006
Sex In The Suburbs
Last week we had a pool party for the youth group of our church. The McQueens have an above-ground pool.
I know the title of this post has nothing to do with the pool, but I've noticed my ratings have been going down. At first I was getting around 15 hits a day, and now I'm down to about 1 or 2. So I've decided to try to boost my ratings the only way I know how.
Last year we had two pool parties, one for college and carreers, and one for the high school youth group. Each time we had them we thought it would be a great way to deal with the hot hot summer we were having. Temperatures were in the mid 30s every day, with high humidity. (For those Americans who are reading this, in the rest of the world we use Celcius for temparture, and in the celcius scale, 30 is way above room temperature. For those Canadians reading this who use the Fahrenheit, welcome to Canada. We use Celcius here.)
Sex.
But the day of the pool partys, both times, the temp fell to 26. After a week or two of 34 degrees every single day, 26 is rather chilly. It was hard to get anyone to go in the water. We had to resort to throwing people in.
Sex.
This year was no different. Except that it was much cooler. It was 8. The water was also 8. That's not much warmer than the water at the Polar Bear swim. And 8 is cool for here in June.
Sex.
Of course, that wasn't the worst part of the pool party part. We finally got everything out of the shed for the pool to get setup for the party. We took the cover off the pool, got the stairs out and set up. We brought the pump up from the basement. But, lo and behold, the filter was broken. It would seem it would cost a pretty penny to fix. It was still possible to clean the pool, but it would require three people.
Sex.
I didn't get to see this in action because I had to take off to study chem.
Sex.
I know the title of this post has nothing to do with the pool, but I've noticed my ratings have been going down. At first I was getting around 15 hits a day, and now I'm down to about 1 or 2. So I've decided to try to boost my ratings the only way I know how.
Last year we had two pool parties, one for college and carreers, and one for the high school youth group. Each time we had them we thought it would be a great way to deal with the hot hot summer we were having. Temperatures were in the mid 30s every day, with high humidity. (For those Americans who are reading this, in the rest of the world we use Celcius for temparture, and in the celcius scale, 30 is way above room temperature. For those Canadians reading this who use the Fahrenheit, welcome to Canada. We use Celcius here.)
Sex.
But the day of the pool partys, both times, the temp fell to 26. After a week or two of 34 degrees every single day, 26 is rather chilly. It was hard to get anyone to go in the water. We had to resort to throwing people in.
Sex.
This year was no different. Except that it was much cooler. It was 8. The water was also 8. That's not much warmer than the water at the Polar Bear swim. And 8 is cool for here in June.
Sex.
Of course, that wasn't the worst part of the pool party part. We finally got everything out of the shed for the pool to get setup for the party. We took the cover off the pool, got the stairs out and set up. We brought the pump up from the basement. But, lo and behold, the filter was broken. It would seem it would cost a pretty penny to fix. It was still possible to clean the pool, but it would require three people.
Sex.
I didn't get to see this in action because I had to take off to study chem.
Sex.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Washing My Time Away (Part II)
I came home from work today only to find out that the washing machine is broken again. Something about a leak.
Looks like it's back to washing by hand for me!
Will it ever end?!?!?!
Looks like it's back to washing by hand for me!
Will it ever end?!?!?!
Friday, June 09, 2006
Share and Share Alike (Part II)
Earlier I had written about the McQueen's propensity to share objects more than what I'm used to. Granted, the McKays had a single cup that dwelt in the washroom that was used by everyone. I think when I was about 7 years old I started to find that gross so I withdrew from the habit.
Pastor Jack told me the orgins of the habit goes back to family camping trips. But I think it was something he learned growing up.
When Jack's father came out to visit in the fall of 04 I noticed something that led me to this conclusion. At the time I was growing a beard. As such, I wasn't shaving. But at the time I was unwise to the ways of the McQueen's closeness (until my comb disappeared for about a month). I kept my bag of toiletries (shaving cream, razor, toothbrush, deoderant, etc.) in the washroom.
Jack's father and brother came out for a few days. It was to go on a hunting trip. They were gone most of the week. When they returned they were looking rather scruffy. Jack's father and brother stayed over night and left in the morning.
When I got up in the morning, our guests had already left. I went to the washroom and noticed my razor was sitting out of it's bag and looking like it had been used. This was funny because I hadn't touched it in about 6 weeks. Jack's father had used it! (Gross!!!) So, that blade went in the garbage.
Perhaps Pastor Jack's father woke up early and thought he was still camping?
Pastor Jack told me the orgins of the habit goes back to family camping trips. But I think it was something he learned growing up.
When Jack's father came out to visit in the fall of 04 I noticed something that led me to this conclusion. At the time I was growing a beard. As such, I wasn't shaving. But at the time I was unwise to the ways of the McQueen's closeness (until my comb disappeared for about a month). I kept my bag of toiletries (shaving cream, razor, toothbrush, deoderant, etc.) in the washroom.
Jack's father and brother came out for a few days. It was to go on a hunting trip. They were gone most of the week. When they returned they were looking rather scruffy. Jack's father and brother stayed over night and left in the morning.
When I got up in the morning, our guests had already left. I went to the washroom and noticed my razor was sitting out of it's bag and looking like it had been used. This was funny because I hadn't touched it in about 6 weeks. Jack's father had used it! (Gross!!!) So, that blade went in the garbage.
Perhaps Pastor Jack's father woke up early and thought he was still camping?
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